More apartment exploration

You carry the shirt back into the main living area of the apartment in search of a proper trash can. Finding one in the kitchen, you chuck the garment with satisfaction and then poke around for a while, marveling at the very strange sense of alien familiarity you get from the whole place.

Most interesting, you decide, is a time-lock safe in the coat closet. It's locked and there's nothing that indicates when it will unlock. You frown at it, knowing William must have had a hand in it. But you wonder why you have no memory of the safe in the first place. Most of the other items—while not necessarily what you'd pick for yourself—are familiar purchases.

Curious.

Then there's the desk, shoved against one wall of the living room. Drawers all locked without a key to be found. A mouse, keyboard, and two monitors but no computer. Everything freshly wiped of all dust. Everything about the desk is another total blank in your mind. You briefly consider smashing open one of the drawers to see what all the secrecy is about, but maybe that can wait until you have a better reason than sheer curiosity.

The bathroom is depressing. A cramped space with a sad little shower in one corner, no bathtub. A porcelain sink with exposed pipes, no cabinetry. And a small mirror.

You catch sight of yourself in the mirror and freeze. Who... is that you?

Moving closer, you gawk at yourself. You're gorgeous! How did you now know this? Your own reflection, a surprise to you? You spend a few minutes turning your face this way and that, trying to familiarize yourself with your own face and you can't help but feel tremendously pleased with yourself.

"And who is gonna take care of all this hair? I don't... hey wait, I don't know anything about hair. What the hell? How does that work?" You shake your head, trying to figure out how you managed to grow your hair out so long without having the first clue about hair maintenance. There's that amnesia William mentioned in the letter. How frustrating. There's no way you're going to be able to maintain that without a lot of help.

Which reminds you, there's a fat stack of cash burning a hole in your... aww shit you don't have any pockets! Suddenly grumpy, you search for pen and paper to really give that William a piece of your mind.